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    Buttercup didn't know how to feel about their brother right about now.
    First, he tried to kill them, or something. Next, he said they were important to him. And then, oh ho ho... and then, he did away with their father.
    Buttercup had already changed the slightest bit after their torture in The Exiles. They grew a bit less forgiving, and a bit more... distrustful. They didn't want to go through what they had again, after all, so it was necessary. A self-defense mechanism. Learning to hate people as a self-defense mechanism... huh.
    "Ghirahim!" Buttercup called, brows knitting together. Why were they doing this? To figure things out? They'd probably be killed. Oh, this was a bad idea. But he said he needed to talk to them sometime anyway, so why not now?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=black]"Oh, how did you know I was around?"




    The obsidian pairs of eyes came to rest against their cute sibling, the male's smile widening at their tone. He stepped forward, cape disappearing in small amounts of diamonds, until he stopped in front of Buttercup, the cape completely gone. "My, my... Did you like my present?" He asked gently, staring at them quietly. "Tell me the truth... I think we both know you had just a little hate for him... Come now, do you even know how dangerous he is?" Not was, but is. The bastard's soul had fluttered away from him, which meant there was a possibility, no matter how small, that his father was still... about.




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    "You... you know how," Buttercup hissed. They knew because he had taken Mettaton from them, and that was unacceptable. They were done being so pacifistic about it. An anger had replaced their gentleness, something hot and persistent.
    "Present?" they murmured, wondering how on earth their brother could call such an awful deed a present. At his question, their face twisted into something of disgust and rage. "I... you don't know me at all! Mettaton wasn't dangerous. He... he loved me. He loved you, too!" Buttercup tried. But as they said those words, they felt some sort of sick satisfaction stirring within them. The feeling grew stronger, like it was grabbing hold of their own soul, rattling their bones. Buttercup ground their teeth, bit their lip, tried to keep from making noise. No, he was wrong. He didn't know about them, or the hatred they had often felt, however involuntary. Ghirahim was wrong.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=black]"Mettaton didn't love me. Perhaps, from the start, he did. But what father would keep his kid in a separate room, away from the world, only to come in to bring you food? What father would leave you in the dark while he went off to slit his wrists and then fuck his brains out with the other father? What father would leave you to murder innocents for no reason at all, just because he didn't get his way?" Oh, yes. "Do you even know what his LV is? 25. Do you know how many you have to kill to reach that? So many lives were lost."




    Ghirahim breathes outwards, his gaze intensifying. "I see it stirring... I know you're in there, come out to play..." He murmurs softly, aiming to gently stroke his sibling's cheek.




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    "He... he did that to you?"
    They were rather dumbfounded. No, these had to be lies. Mettaton wasn't that kind of person, to leave his own child locked in a room. To kill people, of all things. Then, his LV. hit them, and Buttercup almost physically staggered.
    "No. He's better than that. I believe in him. He's... he's...."
    They trailed off, staring helplessly at Ghirahim. He was wrong about Mettaton. Their father couldn't be that horrible, could he...? It was all lies, every bit of it. Every single piece! As long as they held onto that....
    But no.
    "Who are you talking about?" Buttercup asked, hoping to shoulder him away from them. Their closed eyes were crinkles of confusion, suspicion. He had to be crazy. But they felt something in their gut stir, as if it were responding to his voice. The hand that grasped their soul clenched. Buttercup found themselves growing short of breath. What was happening?
    The child collapsed suddenly, shudders here and there the only sign that they were still alive at all. What was going on here?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=black]oh man what if Chara is a sort of Demise type figure to Ghira




    Ghirahim breathes inwards sharply, tongue slipping out to lick his lips, eyes widening as a grin came upon his face. "Dear sibling... I know you sense it too... Let it out.... set it free... You're almost... there..." With each word, he drew closer to their ear, his voice a whisper when he pronounced 'There'. He drew back slightly, obsidian gaze lowering just slightly to stare at their chest, humming darkly to himself, his fangs glinting in the faint light. "Release it... Just... let... go..."




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    Oh, well wasn't this lovely?
    Buttercup convulsed a few times more before sitting up, stock-still, and opening their eyes.
    Except, haha, those eyes weren't theirs! They were Chara's, of course. But they had had enough of Ghirahim's taunting, and finally, they had found the strength to break free. Well, that was wonderful, wasn't it? They were pretty happy.
    "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when! Oh I know we'll meet again some sunny day!" the feline hummed, smile returning to their features. Oh, boy, was this fun? They had a real voice. And two-toned, too! Just like it used to be... how nice. Oh, and look, they had a new toy. Lovely.
    Their own ebony eyes tracked Ghirahim, pupils pinpricks of red within their swimming black depths.
    "Howdy, kid! I bet you feel pretty proud of yourself, hm? Killing Mettaton... it really got harder, huh? Not that you would care. He's dead now, after all!" Chara chuckled. They were notably chattier, and joke-ier. What was wrong here?
    "Heh. Not our problem anymore, I guess. Now, Sans... oh, boy, how I'd love to dissolve his spine."
    Maybe it was being trapped for all that time. They had been admittedly more talkative the first time they'd broken through someone's mind before, after all. Being cooped up in somebody's head for so long did that to you, they supposed.


    //[i]yes


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    Suddenly, as Chara broke through, Ghirahim was brought down, bowing before the other with a soft humming noise. "Hello, Chara." He breathed out, the male opening obsidian irises, looking at the one who had brought Mettaton and Sans down quite a few times. God, they were... Evil in a physical form, and boy did he crave belonging to such a higher up being. He licked his lips, ears twitching just slightly.
    "Mettaton was... quite easy. A push comes a shove, and then words bring the blocks down to reveal the weak spot..." He murmured softly, looking up with adoring eyes. "Plus, affection gets you no where." He sits up slightly, tail twitching excitedly behind him. "I have no idea where the... other one, is. I found no trail of him anywhere, so that is why... I didn't deal with him as well."
    He looks away for a moment, breathing in sharply.




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    Oh, he was bowing! How polite. It really made them feel powerful, if they were honest. At least, more powerful than usual. Chara peered down at the boy with critical eyes, tail lashing with excitement. It had been so long... god, this was nice. Not to mention, Ghirahim seemed to be in love with them or something, which was a good boost of confidence. Not that Chara needed it right now.
    "He always was emotional. He gave me so many chances... haha," Chara chuckled, taking a stone off of the ground and throwing it far away. It was so nice to be in control again. God, it felt good. They reveled in the moment as they listened to his words, pitch-black pools flicking from place to place.
    "Oh...?" Chara hummed, hearing their 'saying'. Kindness gets you nowhere. Just like they always said! But nobody seemed to listen. Maybe because everyone had been dead, haha, but even the ones who had been alive. Like Sans! He could've learned a thing or two from them.
    They stared hard down at him at the mention of their favorite enemy. Oh, so Sans wasn't dead? As much as they wanted to say that was a shame, Chara was rather excited. That meant they could do the deed themselves.
    "You listen to me, kid. You will not do away with Sans. He's mine."
    Their playful tone had vanished, leaving something much more sinister and serious. Chara's smile had dropped. They were in command here, after all.
    "So don't feel too bad. Or do, if you want- I don't care. Either way, it's time to get to business, hm? You brought me back for a reason. What do you want?"


    //THEY TOTALLY SHOULD OH MY GOD,,,,,
    //im so not playing them right but i dont even cARE


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    Ghirahim bowed his head again, before speaking in a serious tone. "Of course. You can have Sans all you want." He opened one eye, grinning slightly. "I am what you call a Demon- or should I say..." He shifted into his sword-like form for a moment, before going back to his domestic form. "-weapon, without mercy. However, as much as I love being as free as a bird... It's not the best. I'm supposed to be bonded to a master, if not... I die. And given that my former Master isn't here, you're actually quite the closest thing to him. So, dear, would you mind helping a Demon Lord out and bonding for eternity, until one shall perish?"
    He stuck out a paw, tongue tracing his canines. "You won't be disappointed..."




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    Chara smiled lightly again. So Sans was theirs to play with- good. That was how it needed to be. But they dropped that thought when he began to speak again.
    They listened, ears twitching with mild interest. A weapon, hm? Interesting... though they loved their dagger very much, a change of weapon would likely be unexpected by their many enemies and they would love to drink in that surprise, that fear. Chara hummed in contemplation. If he wouldn't be holding them back, maybe....
    "Hold on there, kid."
    They stared flatly at Ghirahim, head tilting with curiosity.
    "No mercy? I've met people who tell me that they're full-blown soulless, but they held me back before. You won't be the same, hm? You won't let me down. Right?"
    Chara gazed at his outstretched paw. They wouldn't shake it quite yet, though. They wanted to make sure that this deal would be what they wanted. They wouldn't care if Ghirahim died, not really, but if he could make their life better- well, that was a different story.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=black]"You'll find that I'm undyingly loyal. So... I won't hold you back." The weapon slowly outstretched his paw further, a purple glow slowly seeping into the veins of his paw, glowing faintly. "I won't let you down..." He breathed out finally, tail flicking to and fro. His ears twitched, eyes locked onto Chara's, his breathing hitching just slightly. Evil in a physical form would always come to him... And he'd always play along until their death. He had yet to die, his soul at least. He'd always be... here.




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    Chara simply grinned at this.
    They put their paw out as well, grasping hold of Ghirahim's and shaking firmly, black eyes wide with lust for power. That was all they needed. Power. The power to destroy this earth and everything on it- this timeline, these people, these planets... then they would be happy. But not until then. Good thing they had all the time they needed, being immortal and all.
    Unless, you know, they lost their DETERMINATION again. But surely, with someone by them to assist them with that whole bit, they would remain forever.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=black]The ground glowed around them, intricate designs of diamonds below them before it died down, basically sealing the bond. Ghirahim laughed softly, pulling his paw away, before turning slowly away, grinning to the sky. "Welcome back, Master." He breaths, before his grin fades. Something felt... Off. The demon moves next to Chara, brushing it off for now. "I must go back to the Exiles. However, whenever you need my assistance, I will be there within the minute." He hummed, tail twitching. "Will you stay here, or join me?"




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    Chara's grin widened, something rather unsettling. The laugh accompanying it didn't help much, probably. They stared at Ghirahim as he turned away, eyes wide. They felt so powerful, haha! They could never die now, could they? Ooh, lovely.
    "Hm... I might go back to say hello to a few of my, ah, pals, but I think I have to stay here. After all, this is where Sans is, and if Mettaton's dead, he might be gone soon too. Gotta catch him," they explained, wobbling a little bit. This body was practically useless right now with all of its injuries. How could they manage? Oh well, at least the pain was fun. After what felt like an eternity of not feeling anything at all, any feeling was welcome.
    So they let out another laugh, wondering how in the world they had this much pent-up energy to release. This was totally unlike them, but they also didn't care. They didn't feel like dwelling on their personality change right now. Instead, they stared at Ghirahim expectantly, ready to set off for the Exiles. Of course, they would make their way back here in time, but they just had to let some of those fuckers know they were back.
    "Let's go, kid."


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